London is spooky. I arrived in style at 8:30am on a weekday to a throng of rush hour traffic. Strange the buzz you get from so much wasted energy – people dashing left and right. I’m used to having the road to myself, and then maybe a few french peasants cook me a leisurely meal around lunchtime, and head off into the distance on my own.
But London gets my juices flowing. I nip and dart and play the game of traffic. It’s fun for a while, but if you did it every day it would really dry up your juice.
One good thing is an abundance of internet cafes. Every time I hear an English voice, I look up startled. I have been behind enemy lines in France for too long. Interacting with people is a skill to be relearnt.